is this what it feels like? -- open starter
The supermoon had been... harrowing, to say the least, for the Angelova King. It had not been his intention to stumble upon a gaggle of rogue witches conducting some sort of misguided ritual or spell... and it certainly had not been his intention to find himself caught in what had very quickly and disastrously a blast of pure magical energy. Enough to send him flying backward until his back hit a tree, an excessive amount of pain exploding through his body at the impact. And while he had experienced pain many times before, he could normally shake it off and remain unfazed-- this time had been different. His face had contorted at the sensation, a loud cry erupting from his mouth; a sound and reaction he had never had before.
He hadn’t even bothered to figure out what had happened to the witches, too shocked and sore that he had stumbled away, attempting to find some peace elsewhere.
No-- not shocked. He’d been... dazed, more than anything, somehow managing to find himself some prey to feed on, on his way into the more civilised areas of Windham-- but he had gorged himself without truly meaning to, his thinking clouded by hunger as he drained the poor human dry. And as soon as the beastly urges had cleared from Arthur’s mind, he had stared at that cold, dead body, only to feel utterly sickened by the act; his stomach had started to churn and before he could truly understand what was happening, he was heaving, emptying all of what he had drank into a nearby bush, everything shaking as he struggled to even begin to comprehend what was going on within his mind, and his body.
What was happening to him?
He had done this sort of thing countless times before, but... it was as if his entire being had suddenly decided to violently reject it, now. The thought, the act, the blood... There was nothing more left in his belly but the mere reminder of what he had done caused him to heave once more.
He needed to get back to the Angelova residence. He needed-- he needed to get away from this, to allow himself a reprieve from whatever the hell was going on with him and he could only see solace in that one place, with the makeshift family that his clan was for one another.
A warm, gentle sensation rushed through his system in thinking of his clan. Especially Katerina, Malachi, Isabella... He couldn’t name it-- he was unable to name it. All that he could say with confidence was that any answers he sought lay there, at his home with those people. Still, he couldn’t help stop at a bottle shop on the way in town and purchased himself a rather large bottle of the finest whiskey, the vampire unable to fight the urge to numb this pain and confusion.
He likely looked a right mess, as he seemingly walked down the street in a trance, stumbling again as he passed another figure in the street, blind to their face as he sluggishly turned to them, to say something-- he was nothing if not a gentleman, after all. “-- My apologies.” Arthur muttered softly, his own voice sounding so unfamiliar as he spoke; that thought had him cracking the bottle-cap off of his whiskey with the full intent of drinking a very large amount in a very short amount of time. To become numb... and to rid his mouth of the lingering taste of the human’s blood.
